Peace; come away: the song of woe Is after all an earthly song. Peace; come away: we do him wrong To sing so wildly: let us go. Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale; But half my life I leave behind. Methinks my friend is richly shrined; But I shall pass, my work will fail. Yet in these ears, till hearing dies, One set slow bell will seem to toll The passing of the sweetest soul That ever look'd with human eyes. I hear it now, and o'er and o'er, Eternal greetings to the dead; And 'Ave, Ave, Ave,' said, 'Adieu, adieu,' for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SONNET by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) PETITION (1) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EPILOGUE: HURLO-THRUMBO; A PLAY BY SAMUEL JOHNSON by JOHN BYROM |